Peonies Talk

mood: nostalgic

WE never see it coming
just this quick,
how time flies,
our moments gone,
the trickle of  passions,
the handful of laugh,
the bucketful of cries,
the few bottle of beers,
some mundane talks,
the passing to this halt.

Your  room is
laid silent, muffled
by fresh memories
of your trance music,
of girlish moans & pants,
of Scottish gibberish,
of the flushing of your toilet.

In the thin walls
that separate us,
you came to know me
and I came to know you.

We’ve been silent,
absorbed with our own worlds
but quite aware of each other.
We created distance,
and wondered
what went wrong.

I remained a mystery to you
but you were never to me.

Did we really become friends?
we’re short of a lover,
never even acted like real colleagues,
never even said our farewells.
you are just Paul,
and I am just Anna.

Half-friends,half-lovers,
full-time strangers now.